User blog comment:Bartholomew Bilberry Bowstring/The First of Many/@comment-32303-20160426040820/@comment-32303-20160502035606

Malachi's voice came from within, soft, sounding muted to a near-whisper through the door. "Ah remember when ye tauld mah tae hide this here, Sire; ah did as ye commanded. Ah ken this is wantin' tae be used again." Within Brockhall, Malachi knelt alone' between an overturned tablecloth and an open oak crate 'in the main dining hall ''holdiing a massive double-pawed broadsword across his knees. . . . the renowned blade of Boar the Fighter. He gently ran a paw along the handle and pommelstone. ''"Guid thing ah disguised this crate as an auld table, wasn't et, Sire?" He looked to the shining figure in front of him, a mouse in armor with years of battle and courage gleaming from him.